I find humidity harder to take than heat. Thick air does not inspire energy within me. It makes me lethargic and everything requires greater than usual effort, as if I am marching through deep mud. But it also makes me extra grateful for breezes and thunderstorms and air conditioning.
And maybe everything we struggle with works like that. Hardship makes ease that much sweeter. So if I consider it that way, then I can find my gratitude... and I can find it everywhere and for everything. If I am suffering, when the suffering has passed, then I will experience the bliss of relief.
Crisp air is more delicious after a patch of humidity than ever. It is the contrast that sweetens the day.
